THE FOURTH WISEMAN

The celestial extravaganza marvelled the night…

The twinkling stars have all praises for the new phenomenon,

The aura which the new star, but was fading…

Like the hope of the fourth Wiseman!

The king of kings is born in the east…

The soft wind bore the melodious music of harp…

A shepherd is born in the midst of shepherds,

A saviour is here who woke the rulers up.!

All the four Wiseman had a vision of the star appeared..,

And all set out for the Royal visitation…

The fourth wise man missed the first…

The second…and the third station…

And never met the other three in the melee.

The three Wiseman had Gold, frankincense…and myrrh to offer…

The symbolic gifts were not a coincidence…

But foretold the Holy infant’s life and death.

Gold is the gift to a king,  

Frankincense is to the high priest

And myrrh is the burial ointment..!

The fourth Wiseman had precious jewels…

Jewels of love he spent on the way.

He missed his Rabboni in every station

And at last, found the redeemer on the cross… 

Dying..!!

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